@Silian-
Loads of action in this chapter! Quite possibly one of my best! Hope u like and please review! U know how much I like those!
Chapter 11
By the time Legolas got to his balcony, screams and yells had burst from the flames. He scanned the ground, spotting several people carrying large buckets of water towards the flaming stables. Legolas tossed the letter aside, knowing already who had caused such chaos and havoc.
He pulled off his baggy shirt and tied it around his waist, being sure the knot was nice and tight. Then he threw himself over the edge, catching his secret rope and swinging down towards the cobblestone path. He ran, shirtless, towards the flames that licked the black sky. The ugly stench of smoke and burning wood filled his senses, and he tasted soot on his tongue.
After scaling the fence that surrounded the stable, he spotted Elladen and Elrohir. They were standing on both sides of Elrond, who was being held back from the fire.
"Thranduil!" he was crying frantically. Elrohir and Elladen both had the identical faces of regret and sorrow. Legolas ran to them, and he was told in full detail.
"Your father went into the stable! He went to see Otrinity! He wouldn't tell us why!" the twins had to yell since the roof of the stable collapsed in a deafening roar. Legolas stared at the flames, now rising higher then even the trees. They reflected in his eyes, now blurred over with pain.
"Father!" he cried. Elladen, closest to Legolas, let go of his father, who was ready to give up.
"Legolas, don't!" he cried. It was too late. Legolas had run through the flaming doorframe of the stable just before the wall collapsed.
*
It was hot, like tar flowing out of the ground in a strange gaseous form. Otrinity gasped and dropped her head, trying to see through the plumes of smoke. Her eyes stung and tears fell from them. She strained her ears, trying to hear beyond the constant hiss and cracking of the burning wood around her.
Then, she heard it. Again. A small cough and a plea for help. She stomped her feet and sniffed, but ended up in a coughing fit herself. She could not see or smell, so she would have to trust her ears.
Listening in every direction, she found the one from which the sound was the strongest. Straining her ears, she followed it.
After stumbling and tripping, the voice was strong enough to convince her to open her eyes. She squinted and saw immediately who was in front of her.
Thranduil.
*
Legolas's lungs constricted. His arm bled along with his chest. His shirt had caught flame long ago and crucially burned his lower back. Every now and then he could only utter the name: "Otrinity!"
He tripped and stumbled, squinting through his bleary eyes. His hair was flapping from the hot breeze all around him. He breathed through a cupped hand over his mouth. Otrinity, he thought. Please, Otrinity, please come!
And she did. Legolas gasped and regretted it, breathing in nothing but smoke as he saw the white figure of Otrinity emerge with Thranduil on her back. She paused beside him. He grinned in the murkiness of the flames, stroking Otrinity's nose. Then he fainted.
*
"What's that?" cried Elrohir as he threw a bucket onto the flames that re- arose from the ashes. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision. Yes, something was emerging from the flames, at a full gallop!
"Otrinity!" cried Elladen with relief as the tall mare emerged with a fainted king on her back. She galloped out of the flames, turning sharply so that Thranduil gently slid off her into the arms of two guards. Then, bolting between the twins, she ran back into the fire.
*
Otrinity never wished more that she could talk! She nudged Legolas's head gently, whinnying to him in a desperate tone. A loud crack rumbled through the air, and something fell nearby. Otrinity gasped, looking around. A large, flaming beam was falling towards them.
Without thinking, Otrinity leaped over Legolas's torso, prancing and kicking the air madly. Suddenly, a burst of light shot from her forehead, long and thin like the staff of a wizard. She cried out in shock as the beam above her suddenly disappeared. Her head felt heavy, as though a massive weight was just added to it. She stood there, gasping for a moment.
Legolas groaned beneath her belly, stirring. Otrinity stepped away from him, nudging him once more. Then, she noticed the flaming pieces of wood that littered a pant leg. She shoved her head under Legolas's chest and tossed him down her neck onto her smooth white back. Barely conscious Legolas gripped her main, groaning in pain. Then, Otrinity burst through the lane of the stable, dodging fallen beams and stable doors. With a mighty burst of power, she leapt from the flames out into the cool night air.
Elrohir and Elladen caught Legolas as he slid off her back. Otrinity breathed deeply, sitting down beside the elf prince and king. The guards and citizens that surrounded them gasped in awe, their mouths gaping open.
Outstretching from Otrinity's forehead, was a long, twisting silver horn.
Loads of action in this chapter! Quite possibly one of my best! Hope u like and please review! U know how much I like those!
Chapter 11
By the time Legolas got to his balcony, screams and yells had burst from the flames. He scanned the ground, spotting several people carrying large buckets of water towards the flaming stables. Legolas tossed the letter aside, knowing already who had caused such chaos and havoc.
He pulled off his baggy shirt and tied it around his waist, being sure the knot was nice and tight. Then he threw himself over the edge, catching his secret rope and swinging down towards the cobblestone path. He ran, shirtless, towards the flames that licked the black sky. The ugly stench of smoke and burning wood filled his senses, and he tasted soot on his tongue.
After scaling the fence that surrounded the stable, he spotted Elladen and Elrohir. They were standing on both sides of Elrond, who was being held back from the fire.
"Thranduil!" he was crying frantically. Elrohir and Elladen both had the identical faces of regret and sorrow. Legolas ran to them, and he was told in full detail.
"Your father went into the stable! He went to see Otrinity! He wouldn't tell us why!" the twins had to yell since the roof of the stable collapsed in a deafening roar. Legolas stared at the flames, now rising higher then even the trees. They reflected in his eyes, now blurred over with pain.
"Father!" he cried. Elladen, closest to Legolas, let go of his father, who was ready to give up.
"Legolas, don't!" he cried. It was too late. Legolas had run through the flaming doorframe of the stable just before the wall collapsed.
*
It was hot, like tar flowing out of the ground in a strange gaseous form. Otrinity gasped and dropped her head, trying to see through the plumes of smoke. Her eyes stung and tears fell from them. She strained her ears, trying to hear beyond the constant hiss and cracking of the burning wood around her.
Then, she heard it. Again. A small cough and a plea for help. She stomped her feet and sniffed, but ended up in a coughing fit herself. She could not see or smell, so she would have to trust her ears.
Listening in every direction, she found the one from which the sound was the strongest. Straining her ears, she followed it.
After stumbling and tripping, the voice was strong enough to convince her to open her eyes. She squinted and saw immediately who was in front of her.
Thranduil.
*
Legolas's lungs constricted. His arm bled along with his chest. His shirt had caught flame long ago and crucially burned his lower back. Every now and then he could only utter the name: "Otrinity!"
He tripped and stumbled, squinting through his bleary eyes. His hair was flapping from the hot breeze all around him. He breathed through a cupped hand over his mouth. Otrinity, he thought. Please, Otrinity, please come!
And she did. Legolas gasped and regretted it, breathing in nothing but smoke as he saw the white figure of Otrinity emerge with Thranduil on her back. She paused beside him. He grinned in the murkiness of the flames, stroking Otrinity's nose. Then he fainted.
*
"What's that?" cried Elrohir as he threw a bucket onto the flames that re- arose from the ashes. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision. Yes, something was emerging from the flames, at a full gallop!
"Otrinity!" cried Elladen with relief as the tall mare emerged with a fainted king on her back. She galloped out of the flames, turning sharply so that Thranduil gently slid off her into the arms of two guards. Then, bolting between the twins, she ran back into the fire.
*
Otrinity never wished more that she could talk! She nudged Legolas's head gently, whinnying to him in a desperate tone. A loud crack rumbled through the air, and something fell nearby. Otrinity gasped, looking around. A large, flaming beam was falling towards them.
Without thinking, Otrinity leaped over Legolas's torso, prancing and kicking the air madly. Suddenly, a burst of light shot from her forehead, long and thin like the staff of a wizard. She cried out in shock as the beam above her suddenly disappeared. Her head felt heavy, as though a massive weight was just added to it. She stood there, gasping for a moment.
Legolas groaned beneath her belly, stirring. Otrinity stepped away from him, nudging him once more. Then, she noticed the flaming pieces of wood that littered a pant leg. She shoved her head under Legolas's chest and tossed him down her neck onto her smooth white back. Barely conscious Legolas gripped her main, groaning in pain. Then, Otrinity burst through the lane of the stable, dodging fallen beams and stable doors. With a mighty burst of power, she leapt from the flames out into the cool night air.
Elrohir and Elladen caught Legolas as he slid off her back. Otrinity breathed deeply, sitting down beside the elf prince and king. The guards and citizens that surrounded them gasped in awe, their mouths gaping open.
Outstretching from Otrinity's forehead, was a long, twisting silver horn.
